Letter to a Friend
"I was sorry to hear about your furlough, that must be worrisome. You were picking up steam at the new job, bringing your valuable skills to the table in a way that was respectful and collaborative. It's a fine line and you walk it well. You always empower the people around you my friend, lifting other up while keeping your own ego in check. It's admirable and inspiring.
Then this shit show came down.
Fate is perverse right now. Your were picking up steam at your new job until the virus shut you down cold. I was positioning myself for a graceful exit from my job until the virus slammed the door shut. Who in their right mind would quick a job right now? Not me. I'm not that brave.
I wish you would harness your angst and write that album of folks songs. I could play it in my car as a ran away from home, leaving this mess in the rear view.
We are all so tired and confused and deeply concerned. The maniac in the White House and his minions want to kill us all. They wrap themselves in the flag while they lie, cheat, steal and murder. They won't let go of power willingly, even if they have to trump up a crisis (see that! pun intended.) I fear a constitutional show down is in our future.
The corporations exploit the crisis to burn down the planet and screw over the workers. The police murder black me in the streets with impunity. 100,000 people have died and the president refuses to take responsibility. Hell, he won't even mourn.
The world is a disaster movie and it's coming to a shockingly spectacular end.
Then this shit show came down.
Fate is perverse right now. Your were picking up steam at your new job until the virus shut you down cold. I was positioning myself for a graceful exit from my job until the virus slammed the door shut. Who in their right mind would quick a job right now? Not me. I'm not that brave.
I wish you would harness your angst and write that album of folks songs. I could play it in my car as a ran away from home, leaving this mess in the rear view.
We are all so tired and confused and deeply concerned. The maniac in the White House and his minions want to kill us all. They wrap themselves in the flag while they lie, cheat, steal and murder. They won't let go of power willingly, even if they have to trump up a crisis (see that! pun intended.) I fear a constitutional show down is in our future.
The corporations exploit the crisis to burn down the planet and screw over the workers. The police murder black me in the streets with impunity. 100,000 people have died and the president refuses to take responsibility. Hell, he won't even mourn.
The world is a disaster movie and it's coming to a shockingly spectacular end.
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